Christmas Pressies!
So, domina_malfoy decided a while back that she was going to do little ficlets for people over the Christmas season, all you had to do was pick a character/pairing on her list and give her a Christmas based prompt.
I picked Sam/Bela and the prompt was "Bela has a chance of earning herself a spot in Purgatory instead of Hell by doing good deeds, so she spends the 12 days of Christmas (or Christmas Day, whichever is easier) doing nice things for Sam to make things up to him!"
She did an awesome job on the ficlet she posted and I love it very much so I'm re-posting it here! (With permission, of course) And if you love it, I recommend going to her original post to comment and give her some muchly deserved love!
Title: Screw Motive
Author: domina_malfoy
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Rating: Sam/Bela, G
Word count: 536
Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own anything from Supernatural.
Summary: Holiday fic 16 of 35 written for deannawesson. Prompt given: Sam/Bela - Bela has a chance of earning herself a spot in Purgatory instead of Hell by doing good deeds, so she spends the 12 days of Christmas (or Christmas Day, whichever is easier) doing nice things for Sam to make things up to him!
(Quick A/N: The only thing I know about wine is what I could quickly dig up on Google so if what I’ve chosen for this little ficlet is a bad mix, well, sorry lol)
It’s day number twelve and Sam wonders what he’s getting from Bela today. He doesn’t know why and he hasn’t even seen the woman since this whole thing started. All he got on the first day was a card explaining what she was doing (giving and doing nice things for the twelve days of Christmas, she wrote) and a bill statement showing that all of his and Dean’s current fake credit cards have been paid which means they can re-use them again before having to apply for new ones. He doesn’t even know how she knew what names they used for the cards. He’d ask but all his calls go to voicemail and none have been returned.
He and Dean are just coming back from dinner when they find a note tapped to their motel door telling Sam to go to room twelve on the other side of the lot. Dean immediately heads in that direction, going on about “finally finding out what the conniving bitch is up to”. Sure, Sam doesn’t really trust her either and he’s curious what her motives are for all of this but he’s beginning to think Dean’s a little jealous. Aside from the paid off credit cards, he hasn’t gotten anything.
Dean doesn’t knock. Just throws the door wide open, hand already inching towards the gun hiding in the waist band of his pants. Sam hurries over to stand between them.
“Bela, are you finally going to let us know what you’re up to?” he asks.
“Can’t a person join in on the spirit of the season?” “A normal person can but not you,” Dean is quick to snap.
“Not without getting something in return you wouldn’t.” Bela smirks and Dean’s hand rests on his gun.
“Okay! Why don’t we all just calm down?” Sam suggests, giving Dean a pointed look. No one is paying him any attention though.
“I’m getting something in return,” Bela answers Dean. “Just look around the room. It’s not the nicest but it’ll do.”
Sam and Dean both look around the room - what little there is of it - and take notice of what Bela has added. There’s an expensive bottle of wine (a Port, Sam notices from the label on the bottle) with two glasses and a crème brulee waiting on the small table in the kitchenette. The king size bed has also been turned down and recovered with new sheets and bedding Sam knows aren’t courtesy of the motel.
They both realise what her intentions are and Dean is quick to answer again. “If you think for one minute that Sam’s going to - ”
Sam cuts him off. “You are not making that decision for me, dude. Seriously. Now get out.” Dean’s at a loss for words and Sam takes the opportunity to usher him towards the door before pushing him out. “I’ll see you later and close your mouth before something flies in,” he tells his brother before shutting the door and turning to Bela.
“Shall we?” she asks, nodding to the dessert on the table. “Or should we save dessert for after?”
Sam decides he doesn’t care about her motive or reason for doing all of this after all. “Dessert can wait.”
I picked Sam/Bela and the prompt was "Bela has a chance of earning herself a spot in Purgatory instead of Hell by doing good deeds, so she spends the 12 days of Christmas (or Christmas Day, whichever is easier) doing nice things for Sam to make things up to him!"
She did an awesome job on the ficlet she posted and I love it very much so I'm re-posting it here! (With permission, of course) And if you love it, I recommend going to her original post to comment and give her some muchly deserved love!
Title: Screw Motive
Author: domina_malfoy
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Rating: Sam/Bela, G
Word count: 536
Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own anything from Supernatural.
Summary: Holiday fic 16 of 35 written for deannawesson. Prompt given: Sam/Bela - Bela has a chance of earning herself a spot in Purgatory instead of Hell by doing good deeds, so she spends the 12 days of Christmas (or Christmas Day, whichever is easier) doing nice things for Sam to make things up to him!
(Quick A/N: The only thing I know about wine is what I could quickly dig up on Google so if what I’ve chosen for this little ficlet is a bad mix, well, sorry lol)
It’s day number twelve and Sam wonders what he’s getting from Bela today. He doesn’t know why and he hasn’t even seen the woman since this whole thing started. All he got on the first day was a card explaining what she was doing (giving and doing nice things for the twelve days of Christmas, she wrote) and a bill statement showing that all of his and Dean’s current fake credit cards have been paid which means they can re-use them again before having to apply for new ones. He doesn’t even know how she knew what names they used for the cards. He’d ask but all his calls go to voicemail and none have been returned.
He and Dean are just coming back from dinner when they find a note tapped to their motel door telling Sam to go to room twelve on the other side of the lot. Dean immediately heads in that direction, going on about “finally finding out what the conniving bitch is up to”. Sure, Sam doesn’t really trust her either and he’s curious what her motives are for all of this but he’s beginning to think Dean’s a little jealous. Aside from the paid off credit cards, he hasn’t gotten anything.
Dean doesn’t knock. Just throws the door wide open, hand already inching towards the gun hiding in the waist band of his pants. Sam hurries over to stand between them.
“Bela, are you finally going to let us know what you’re up to?” he asks.
“Can’t a person join in on the spirit of the season?” “A normal person can but not you,” Dean is quick to snap.
“Not without getting something in return you wouldn’t.” Bela smirks and Dean’s hand rests on his gun.
“Okay! Why don’t we all just calm down?” Sam suggests, giving Dean a pointed look. No one is paying him any attention though.
“I’m getting something in return,” Bela answers Dean. “Just look around the room. It’s not the nicest but it’ll do.”
Sam and Dean both look around the room - what little there is of it - and take notice of what Bela has added. There’s an expensive bottle of wine (a Port, Sam notices from the label on the bottle) with two glasses and a crème brulee waiting on the small table in the kitchenette. The king size bed has also been turned down and recovered with new sheets and bedding Sam knows aren’t courtesy of the motel.
They both realise what her intentions are and Dean is quick to answer again. “If you think for one minute that Sam’s going to - ”
Sam cuts him off. “You are not making that decision for me, dude. Seriously. Now get out.” Dean’s at a loss for words and Sam takes the opportunity to usher him towards the door before pushing him out. “I’ll see you later and close your mouth before something flies in,” he tells his brother before shutting the door and turning to Bela.
“Shall we?” she asks, nodding to the dessert on the table. “Or should we save dessert for after?”
Sam decides he doesn’t care about her motive or reason for doing all of this after all. “Dessert can wait.”